Hitman's got no doubt about
Position in the work place
A matter of investment
Ridding human excess
Dealing stocks and bonds of blood
Shotgun dividends
But you hold a gun that's smoking
So pointless keep pushing
Keep shooting so pointless
Head full 'o bullets
A soul that's been spent
That be the pension
In business dealt with lead
Kickbacks and cutbacks
They all stab you in the back
The bloody palms
Primed for greasing

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General Commentthis song highlites the need, nay the want of human contact with other animals. if we all had time for animals, im sure they would ahve time for us. the road kill you just drove over in your duded up spinster of an automobile might have had a keen sense of smell, but poor sense of sight. who are we as a society to kill a living thing and pass the mickey on to the next guy, say bruce for instance. Why should bruce pay for the hate crime that is american propaganda!!